"Just take it."
"Why would it be any safer here?"
"Trust me," He walked to the door and cut short, his broad shoulders straitening, "If you don't get it done by tonight, I'll get someone else to do it." His rough voice cut through the tension like a knife to string.
She was terrified, but she knew what she had to do. "You can trust me, Sir."
"I sure hope so," he said, as he proceeded out the door.
She fell back onto the worn out gray couch, wishing she could catch some rare sleep. She looked around at the peeling baby-blue walls, the same walls that saw everything that night. Those walls kept her secrets, the dark secrets, the ones in the corner over there. They just sit there and stare at her, like she could fix everything.
It was time to leave the trustful walls after 12 years and fix her torn up life. The man said he would help; she had to trust him if she was going to get anywhere.
She picked up the bag that the man left behind and headed to Daylind by bus.
***
The room was left empty. Even the secrets were gone. They were stolen, and taken to a new home. They were promised they would be happy there; have a family and all. Why wouldn't any secret want that?
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Just to clarify: Daylind is a made up place.
I don't like using real places, that's borrring!
Hope you liked it!
~Random Person
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RandomBooks. Very useful idems. Full of information, non-fiction, poetry, fiction, riddles, concepts, metaphors, etc. And some books . . . are full of Secrets.
